September 8, 2010
By pencilchick GOLD, San Jose, California
pencilchick GOLD, San Jose, California
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Favorite Quote:
The sleep of reason produces monsters -fransisco goya

Moving on,
All words that mean the same thing,
Yet when my house was foreclosed on
It was everything but closure.
I cried,
I screamed,
I yelled,
I cursed,
I moved,
I lived,
I moved on.
Who knew that moving was the thing that
Broke me out,
Set me free,
Made me live.
Now in college,
Moved again,
Lived more,
Moving on,
Stealing the future.
Becoming me.

The author's comments:
This poem is completely true. It chronologically represents from the time I lost my house the beginning of my senior year, to currently being in college. I must say that if it's happen to you, your not the only one. Use your hardships to build strength and intelligence. Those with the best stories are often built on pain. It's what you do after that matters.

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